Post by Bhunivelze on Sept 11, 2012 18:18:34 GMT -5
*The description is in the OT. Any questions regarding the RPG? PM me. Send me your character before you post so I can approve. I'll announce game open after we have enough characters.*
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The moon was bright. The stars have never been as beautiful. But Saph couldn't focus on that. Her attention was on her one and only thought. Tonight, I die.
As she stood on the roof of the Blue Stars HQ, she thought about the few individuals she "Cut". They will survive, They will survive. She couldn't help but get a little choked up. "Dang* you Geppetto." She said in hushed voice. She stayed on the rooftop until the moon was exactly 82 degrees from where it had come up. A tear fell down her cheek. Time to go.
She dropped down from the roof and landed on a tree branch followed by a back-flip off of it and springboarding of the building. She gracefully and silently preformed more swift maneuvers to get to the generator. She was able to hack through the generators security system and turned off all the lights but left the computers running. She hit the alarm system aswell. She quickly ran inside taking a secret route and dashed into the living quarters. "Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!" She shouted. She rushed into each room to get all of the former puppets awake. With some dazed looks they all drowsily followed her to the back exit. Along the way she shouted back to the young companions, "Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!" As they all bolted out of the facility there was the unmistakable sound of a sniper.
"G'ahh!"
She fell to the ground with blood rushing from her gut, she knew this was how she would die. She was the one that set the gun to fire when she got into the automated-firing-grid*. The young adults all went down to help her but she refused. "I'm done........ Get to the equipment house, save yourselves...." the pain was excruciating. She could feel her life draining from the wound in her gut. "Get to Geppetto.... kill....." She couldn't hold on any longer, she took one last breath. I'm so sorry....
She was gone. A shell. The kids followed, some reluctantly, to the equipment house as she commanded. When they got there and were dressed in proper clothing and equipped for the road ahead, they just then took a moment to wrap their heads around what was going on.
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Wow... That was a pretty bad OP. (I couldn't get inspired.....) But, (drum-roll) GAME OPEN! We will start with the reactions of the characters to Saph's actions and then to the safehouse and then go from there. If Saph confused you, then you read it correctly. She was supposed to make you confused.
(*She said a different word i'm sure we all know what was.)
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Lliira:
A piercing siren jolted Lliira awake. Her pale eyes snapped open, and her head jerked side to side in birdlike movements as she tried to orient herself. She was standing against a wall, not having a proper Niche to spend her off-duty cycle in. Here though, she did not need to be decorative (and thus, useful) even while resting for her next day's work. She had not been able to rest as ordered in an actual bed, as if she were a person. That felt...presumptuous.
"Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!" the woman, Saph, shouted. She burst into the room Lliira had been given (a whole room?!), and the Mark II Puppet took a step forward from the wall. She bowed her head to await punishment or orders. Not using the bed, which was now made with quarter-bouncing exactitude, hospital corners of exactly 45 degree angles and pillows perfectly aligned at the head, represented her first willful...disobedience. Saph's hand swung through the air--not to smack her, but to gesture for her to follow. Lliira's head rose, and she followed, matching Saph's pace, two steps behind and one to the right as she gathered the other Puppets and led them out of the facility.
"Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!"
Why would the Maker want to kill me? Lliira thought. I am valuable...aren't I? If the Maker wants me Discontinued early...shouldn't I...be Discontinued? There was a sharp crack in the air. It was not Lliira the bullet was meant for though, but Saph herself. With a cry of pain, the woman crumpled to the ground. Lliira ran to her and flowed gracefully down into a crouch beside her.
"You are injured, Mistress. I will carry you as quickly and as far as I can," Lliira said, starting to reach for her.
"I'm done........ Get to the equipment house, save yourselves...." Lliira cocked her head. That seemed like...highly inappropriate behavior, yet it was what the Mistress wanted. "Get to Geppetto.... kill....." Lliira blinked, then stared in shock. The woman's final word struck her like a blow. Before she could try to query (surely the Mistress could not mean what her words seemed to mean...) or explain that she was not designed for military use, or that Geppetto was the Maker, Saph drew a final, ragged breath, then let it out in a hiss as she went limp.
Lliira rose and hurried with the others to the Equipment House. She had Orders, the first part of which were unequivocal. Obedience came naturally. But then she was gathered with the others, confronted with the second part of Saph's final command. Get to Geppetto...kill...
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Samuel
Sirens! Sam sat straight up in his bed, knowing that the sound of a siren meant to run. Run fast. Run hard. The commands he had grown up with echoed through his mind. He jumped out of bed, adrenaline waking him up quickly. There was a woman running from door to door, shouting at everyone to get up. Saph, if he remembered correctly, "Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!"
Sam joined the others, running for the nearest door. Sam hesitated when they reached the door outside. He had rarely ventured out of the facility since the rescue, leaving only when he was given specific instructions to do so. Leaving now, in this unorganized mess felt somehow wrong.
After convincing himself that he was no longer under anyone's control but his own, Sam followed the last few people outside.
BANG!
Sam instinctively ducked at the all too familiar sound. Some of the others tried knelt down to attempt to help Saph, but Sam had seen wounds like that before. A shot to the abdomen was painful, and without time for professional medical help, there was no coming back from it.
"Get to Geppetto.... kill....."
Kill? That was the last thing Sam had expected as the woman's final wish. Save yourselves, sure. Find somewhere safe, definitely. Kill? For the last 5 years of his life, he had been programmed not to kill. "Beat within an inch of death" was totally within his capabilities, but killing an opponent was off limits, as it cost the "sensei" money. Sensei...what a joke. Those men knew nothing about martial arts except that it was fun to watch.
Sam shrugged off the memories, and ran with the group to the Equipment house. Kill Geppetto... It was at least something to focus on.
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Marionn
Marionn was dreaming about snow. Not the most normal dream. But she still enjoyed it. The soft, pureness of it. It made Marionn feel strangely happy. That feeling in itself was... different.
"Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!"
Marionn jolted awake. "Attack!? Now?" Shocked, she ran out of her room in nothing but a night gown. She charged out of the facility with the others. She couldn't help but giggle in a very odd way. Of course Geppetto attacks when were all in nightwear... Of course. When she heard the gunshot however, she was as serious as could be. "Saph!" Marionn's voice cracked at the shock. She went down to her aid along with Lliira. She didn't pay attention to what Lliira was saying she only focused on Saph. In the few days that Marionn had lived in the Blue Stars HQ, she had gotten to like Saph. She was a good friend. As She remembered the one time she saw Saph laugh, she looked down to see Saph in so much pain. She then said something that lit a fire under Marionn.
"Get to Geppetto.......kill....."
Marionn shed a tear. Of sadness and rage. She took Saph's last words as a command. Geppetto must die! He will die. She then noticed the necklace around Saph's neck. An intricate spiral with a star through the middle. She took the necklace from her body and put it on her own neck. Marionn was angry, and she would have her vengeance. She then made her way to the store house. She found spare clothes and decided to change out of her night gown. She got into a blue tank-top and sleek, breathable white pants and black shoes. She found a weapon stash with tons of high-tech weapons. Marionn had used a sword to play 'pirates' with the Elliot family children. She decided to grab a small retractable one. "Saph... " Depression started wearing off. Marionn was focused on getting to Geppetto. "He will pay for his crimes..."
After getting more basic equipment, Marionn walked over to Smauel, or atleast she thought his name was Samuel. "You were a fighter right? Can you teach me some of your moves? Don't hold back though, I like to learn the hard way."
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Landri
Landri was sound asleep when the alarm sounded. Her first thought was that she had left the oven on. She shook her head and sat up, realizing that she was no longer home. The grogginess was sucked from her and all of the memories of the past few days returned. She was no longer a "puppet" her whole life she was just being used. She quickly through her legs over the bed and ran out of her room. She looked around and saw that everyone one else was running in a certain direction following the woman who had brought them there. She ran out of her room as well, following behind the rest of the group. She felt small compared to the rest of the group, or at least useless. She jumped when the gunshot went of off and the woman leading them fell. She gasped in horror and ran toward her. She stepped away when she saw all of the blood and covered her mouth in shock. She took a step back and felt a little dizzy at the sight, but was able to regain her composure, in time to hear the woman say that she wanted them to kill Geppetto. Landri didn't know what to think, she didn't like the man, but she was certain that she could never kill someone. Not even for this woman who had saved their lives, or at least that's what they told her. She felt sad for the woman even though she didn't really know her. She was really the only person here that she had ever talked to.
As the rest of the group turned and ran Landri followed them. As they all changed into something she did the same. The last words from the woman bounced around her brain. How could she ever find the strength to kill someone. She had never held a weapon, or even punched anyone. She sat down in the corner and nervously braided her hair, as one of the women grabbed a sword and asked if she could fight with another. Landri was worried, this wasn't going to end well for them, she could just feel it. There were very few of them, and she guessed she wasn't the only one who did not know how to fight, let alone want to kill anyone.
Bladebearer
"Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!"
Fakir was out of bed before she even finished saying the first "get up." Fakir had been trained to get up at a second's warning. He held his knives, ready to strike. They didn't know he still kept his knives under his pillow every night.
"Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!"
It was only a matter of time before Geppetto decided a new way to discontinue his creations. Fakir wasn't surprised this night had come. He followed the other liberated puppets. He felt his old self emerging. Bloodlust filled his veins as he twirled his knives in his hands. As they all bolted out of the facility there was the unmistakable sound of a sniper.
"G'ahh!"
The one who had sounded the cry fell. Fakir knew death was coming to some if not all of them tonight. He was about to slip away to take out hte sniper when the fallen one spoke.
"I'm done........ Get to the equipment house, save yourselves....Get to Geppetto.......kill....."
Fakir's feet took him to the equipment house. He picked through the supplies choosing articles that were light as well as deadly. His "Maker" was about to meet the jerk who created him.
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Samuel
While Sam picked out a light, leather jacket and some quiet sneakers, he heard a voice behind him. "You were a fighter right? Can you teach me some of your moves? Don't hold back though, I like to learn the hard way."
"Uhh..." Sam turned around to face the girl. He blinked at her, unsure of how to react. "I uh- yeah, I was a fighter. I um... I don't really have any "moves" really..." He had never been any good at social interaction. It was one of the things Saph had wanted to work on with him. He cleared his throat, thinking about his next response, "I was a freestyle fighter... I don't know much about martial arts, but I guess I can show you a few things..."
He nodded his head toward a small area of the equipment room that was clear of any obstructions. He followed the girl over and took a defensive stance. "Okay, first thing to remember about hand to hand combat is if you don't have a good defense, you're going to go down quickly. They say a good defense is the best offense, and a lot of times that's true. With a solid defense, you can wear out an opponent and take advantage of their weakness."
He studied the girl's stance, "Knees apart, hands up. Guard your face and head, those are your most vulnerable parts..." He positioned himself across from her. "See how my right hand is just below eye level?"
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Lliira watched Marionn take Saph's necklace and put it on, apparently appointing herself as Saph's successor. She felt a lurch of disorientation: acceptance of Marionn's authority was neither automatic nor impossible. Briefly, she looked to the others. But they were just Puppets--former Puppets. An impossible, non-existent category, like 'old Puppets' or 'square triangles.' What am I supposed to do? The question had no answer. There was not even any way to find an answer. The notion that Lliira herself ought to do the searching felt like it ought to be a forbidden thought. It was not that the question had an answer before; it wasn't even a question at all. As an inescapable, self-evident aspect of her nature and existence, Lliira was supposed to obey and please her Master.
Saph had tried to explain to Lliira that, now that her "strings" had been Cut, Lliira was a real person, just like anyone else. Though Lliira could never imagine arguing with her, Saph might as well have been trying to explain how Lliira was, in fact, a pterydactyl. Are the others real people? she wondered. Most of them seemed to be setting out to accomplish Saph's mission, changing clothes and collecting weapons and equipment with expressions of resolve on their faces. They were real people before they were made into Puppets, weren't they? So perhaps Saph made them into real people again and I should obey them. Except that if they were real people before they became Puppets and they are real people after they are Cut, then wouldn't all Mark I Puppets be real people even when they are Puppets? That...may be so. I was never a real person. I was made to be a Puppet. If a real person stays a real person when they are made into a Puppet, then a Puppet who was always a Puppet would still be a Puppet even if someone tries to make them into a real person. So who am I supposed to serve? Them, or Geppetto? They are the closest thing I have to owners. But Geppetto is the Maker. I do not belong to Geppetto. No one would want Puppets if they still served Geppetto instead of their owners. So I must belong to them. Or to Marionn?
Approaching Marionn, who seemed to be receiving...combat instructions?...Lliira stood at attention and waited for Marionn's summons.
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Marionn
"See how my right hand is just below eye level?" Marionn was about to answer when she saw Lliira waiting patiently right next to her. "Um, Lliira, Can I help you?" What are you saying Marionn? She's a Mark II. She has no idea how to give an order. She still thinks that she's a puppet. "I take that back, Lliira, Go tell every one to change into more appropriate clothing. If they refuse, tell them to come see me, okay?" Not paying attention to see if the girl left or not, she turned to Samuel. She had just realized how beautiful he was. His curly hair, the stubble on his cheek, the seriousness of his eyes. It made Marionn melt a little on the inside. She had never been able to experience love before, if this is what it felt like, it gave Marionn yet another reason to kill Geppetto.
After realizing that she was staring, she got back in her defensive position and ran through what Samuel had told her. ""Knees apart, hands up. Guard your face and head, those are your most vulnerable parts..." While taking these actions she thought about Samuels voice. Deep and Calm. How she figured soldiers to talk. She let a tiny smile creep to her face and looked towards Samuel. "Yeah, hand beneath the eye, gotchya."
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Samuel
Sam watched the Mark II girl, intrigued. He had only ever heard of these types, never being around the upper class long enough to meet one. He knew puppets were considered odd by any normal human's standards, but her behavior was downright bizarre. Any semblance of humanity she had was severely repressed...except for her eyes. Sam found himself glued to her eyes. They looked so out of place with her emotionless face, and her robotic movements. She was just as confused as the rest of them, if not more. Scared. Her purpose in life had been to serve her master, just like him, but to an even greater extent. When that was taken away, what else did she have? He knew that feeling all too well... For the first time in his life, Sam felt something. He felt as if he needed to protect this girl, as if he needed to be her friend. For the first time ever, Sam felt pity. It was a foreign feeling, especially given his ruthless background.
He snapped back from his thoughts when Marionn sent the girl on her mission. He saw her go through a mental checklist, adjusting the things he just mentioned. She was a fast learner.
"Good, now. The biggest mistake people make when they punch is all of their force comes from the elbow or the shoulder." He demonstrated, emphasizing that his forearm was the only thing with any momentum. "If you really want to do some damage, the force behind your blow has to come from your entire body. Turn at your hips, and basically throw your weight into it." This time, he showed her the proper way to do it, taking a small step forward as he jabbed the air in front of him, the movement feeling completely natural.
He relaxed and crossed his arms to watch Marionn. "Also, never use a fist. The human knuckles are not designed to take that much force. Your best bet is to throw an elbow, or if you want a more ranged attack, use the heel of your palm." He wiggled his fingers, remembering the countless times he had ended up with broken bones and aching joints before he figured that out.
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Lliira:
"Um, Lliira, Can I help you?"Marionn said. Lliira cocked her head slightly. A (presumably) real person, offering to help her? That...just wasn't done. "I take that back, Lliira, Go tell every one to change into more appropriate clothing. If they refuse, tell them to come see me, okay?" As Mistress Marionn's tone changed from query to command, Lliira felt a bit of her familiar universe snap back into place. Then she noticed the fighter, Samuel, looking into her eyes with the sort of expression one gives to a sick child. Strange.
"Yes, Mistress Marion," Lliira said, curtsying to her with exquisite grace. She backed away five steps, then turned to obey. Some of the others seemed to already be doing as Mistress Marion desired, even picking out weapons. Lliira had never touched a weapon in her life, had never expected to touch one, much less use one to kill a real person, much less the Maker himself! Mistress Marion will want me to select 'appropriate' clothing once I am finished relaying her orders. Am I also supposed to...select a weapon...in accordance with Mistress Saph's command? Unable to answer the question and not sure she should even be asking it, Lliira set it aside for the time being.
She spotted a young woman--her name was Landry--sitting by herself in a funk and braiding her hair. Is she also a Mistress? Or is she a Puppet now that Mistress Marion is giving orders? Real people have hierarchy...so perhaps it is like that. Mistress Marionn did accept the possibility that they could refuse her orders. So that means they are people. Doesn't it?
Approaching Landry, she gave her another flawless curtsy. "Mistress Landry, Mistress Marion has instructed me to relay her command to you to choose 'more appropriate clothing.' She did not specify her definition of 'more appropriate.' If you have any difficulty with her command, she says that you are to go and speak to her," she said, then stood at attention in case Mistress Landry had any response to her or further orders.
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Fakir rolled his eyes. They were ordered to kill their creator. Not pay airs to each other. Lliira must be a puppet who only knows how to curtsy and say mistress, he thought to himself. Pathetic.
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The moon was bright. The stars have never been as beautiful. But Saph couldn't focus on that. Her attention was on her one and only thought. Tonight, I die.
As she stood on the roof of the Blue Stars HQ, she thought about the few individuals she "Cut". They will survive, They will survive. She couldn't help but get a little choked up. "Dang* you Geppetto." She said in hushed voice. She stayed on the rooftop until the moon was exactly 82 degrees from where it had come up. A tear fell down her cheek. Time to go.
She dropped down from the roof and landed on a tree branch followed by a back-flip off of it and springboarding of the building. She gracefully and silently preformed more swift maneuvers to get to the generator. She was able to hack through the generators security system and turned off all the lights but left the computers running. She hit the alarm system aswell. She quickly ran inside taking a secret route and dashed into the living quarters. "Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!" She shouted. She rushed into each room to get all of the former puppets awake. With some dazed looks they all drowsily followed her to the back exit. Along the way she shouted back to the young companions, "Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!" As they all bolted out of the facility there was the unmistakable sound of a sniper.
"G'ahh!"
She fell to the ground with blood rushing from her gut, she knew this was how she would die. She was the one that set the gun to fire when she got into the automated-firing-grid*. The young adults all went down to help her but she refused. "I'm done........ Get to the equipment house, save yourselves...." the pain was excruciating. She could feel her life draining from the wound in her gut. "Get to Geppetto.... kill....." She couldn't hold on any longer, she took one last breath. I'm so sorry....
She was gone. A shell. The kids followed, some reluctantly, to the equipment house as she commanded. When they got there and were dressed in proper clothing and equipped for the road ahead, they just then took a moment to wrap their heads around what was going on.
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Wow... That was a pretty bad OP. (I couldn't get inspired.....) But, (drum-roll) GAME OPEN! We will start with the reactions of the characters to Saph's actions and then to the safehouse and then go from there. If Saph confused you, then you read it correctly. She was supposed to make you confused.
(*She said a different word i'm sure we all know what was.)
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Lliira:
A piercing siren jolted Lliira awake. Her pale eyes snapped open, and her head jerked side to side in birdlike movements as she tried to orient herself. She was standing against a wall, not having a proper Niche to spend her off-duty cycle in. Here though, she did not need to be decorative (and thus, useful) even while resting for her next day's work. She had not been able to rest as ordered in an actual bed, as if she were a person. That felt...presumptuous.
"Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!" the woman, Saph, shouted. She burst into the room Lliira had been given (a whole room?!), and the Mark II Puppet took a step forward from the wall. She bowed her head to await punishment or orders. Not using the bed, which was now made with quarter-bouncing exactitude, hospital corners of exactly 45 degree angles and pillows perfectly aligned at the head, represented her first willful...disobedience. Saph's hand swung through the air--not to smack her, but to gesture for her to follow. Lliira's head rose, and she followed, matching Saph's pace, two steps behind and one to the right as she gathered the other Puppets and led them out of the facility.
"Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!"
Why would the Maker want to kill me? Lliira thought. I am valuable...aren't I? If the Maker wants me Discontinued early...shouldn't I...be Discontinued? There was a sharp crack in the air. It was not Lliira the bullet was meant for though, but Saph herself. With a cry of pain, the woman crumpled to the ground. Lliira ran to her and flowed gracefully down into a crouch beside her.
"You are injured, Mistress. I will carry you as quickly and as far as I can," Lliira said, starting to reach for her.
"I'm done........ Get to the equipment house, save yourselves...." Lliira cocked her head. That seemed like...highly inappropriate behavior, yet it was what the Mistress wanted. "Get to Geppetto.... kill....." Lliira blinked, then stared in shock. The woman's final word struck her like a blow. Before she could try to query (surely the Mistress could not mean what her words seemed to mean...) or explain that she was not designed for military use, or that Geppetto was the Maker, Saph drew a final, ragged breath, then let it out in a hiss as she went limp.
Lliira rose and hurried with the others to the Equipment House. She had Orders, the first part of which were unequivocal. Obedience came naturally. But then she was gathered with the others, confronted with the second part of Saph's final command. Get to Geppetto...kill...
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Samuel
Sirens! Sam sat straight up in his bed, knowing that the sound of a siren meant to run. Run fast. Run hard. The commands he had grown up with echoed through his mind. He jumped out of bed, adrenaline waking him up quickly. There was a woman running from door to door, shouting at everyone to get up. Saph, if he remembered correctly, "Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!"
Sam joined the others, running for the nearest door. Sam hesitated when they reached the door outside. He had rarely ventured out of the facility since the rescue, leaving only when he was given specific instructions to do so. Leaving now, in this unorganized mess felt somehow wrong.
After convincing himself that he was no longer under anyone's control but his own, Sam followed the last few people outside.
BANG!
Sam instinctively ducked at the all too familiar sound. Some of the others tried knelt down to attempt to help Saph, but Sam had seen wounds like that before. A shot to the abdomen was painful, and without time for professional medical help, there was no coming back from it.
"Get to Geppetto.... kill....."
Kill? That was the last thing Sam had expected as the woman's final wish. Save yourselves, sure. Find somewhere safe, definitely. Kill? For the last 5 years of his life, he had been programmed not to kill. "Beat within an inch of death" was totally within his capabilities, but killing an opponent was off limits, as it cost the "sensei" money. Sensei...what a joke. Those men knew nothing about martial arts except that it was fun to watch.
Sam shrugged off the memories, and ran with the group to the Equipment house. Kill Geppetto... It was at least something to focus on.
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Marionn
Marionn was dreaming about snow. Not the most normal dream. But she still enjoyed it. The soft, pureness of it. It made Marionn feel strangely happy. That feeling in itself was... different.
"Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!"
Marionn jolted awake. "Attack!? Now?" Shocked, she ran out of her room in nothing but a night gown. She charged out of the facility with the others. She couldn't help but giggle in a very odd way. Of course Geppetto attacks when were all in nightwear... Of course. When she heard the gunshot however, she was as serious as could be. "Saph!" Marionn's voice cracked at the shock. She went down to her aid along with Lliira. She didn't pay attention to what Lliira was saying she only focused on Saph. In the few days that Marionn had lived in the Blue Stars HQ, she had gotten to like Saph. She was a good friend. As She remembered the one time she saw Saph laugh, she looked down to see Saph in so much pain. She then said something that lit a fire under Marionn.
"Get to Geppetto.......kill....."
Marionn shed a tear. Of sadness and rage. She took Saph's last words as a command. Geppetto must die! He will die. She then noticed the necklace around Saph's neck. An intricate spiral with a star through the middle. She took the necklace from her body and put it on her own neck. Marionn was angry, and she would have her vengeance. She then made her way to the store house. She found spare clothes and decided to change out of her night gown. She got into a blue tank-top and sleek, breathable white pants and black shoes. She found a weapon stash with tons of high-tech weapons. Marionn had used a sword to play 'pirates' with the Elliot family children. She decided to grab a small retractable one. "Saph... " Depression started wearing off. Marionn was focused on getting to Geppetto. "He will pay for his crimes..."
After getting more basic equipment, Marionn walked over to Smauel, or atleast she thought his name was Samuel. "You were a fighter right? Can you teach me some of your moves? Don't hold back though, I like to learn the hard way."
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Landri
Landri was sound asleep when the alarm sounded. Her first thought was that she had left the oven on. She shook her head and sat up, realizing that she was no longer home. The grogginess was sucked from her and all of the memories of the past few days returned. She was no longer a "puppet" her whole life she was just being used. She quickly through her legs over the bed and ran out of her room. She looked around and saw that everyone one else was running in a certain direction following the woman who had brought them there. She ran out of her room as well, following behind the rest of the group. She felt small compared to the rest of the group, or at least useless. She jumped when the gunshot went of off and the woman leading them fell. She gasped in horror and ran toward her. She stepped away when she saw all of the blood and covered her mouth in shock. She took a step back and felt a little dizzy at the sight, but was able to regain her composure, in time to hear the woman say that she wanted them to kill Geppetto. Landri didn't know what to think, she didn't like the man, but she was certain that she could never kill someone. Not even for this woman who had saved their lives, or at least that's what they told her. She felt sad for the woman even though she didn't really know her. She was really the only person here that she had ever talked to.
As the rest of the group turned and ran Landri followed them. As they all changed into something she did the same. The last words from the woman bounced around her brain. How could she ever find the strength to kill someone. She had never held a weapon, or even punched anyone. She sat down in the corner and nervously braided her hair, as one of the women grabbed a sword and asked if she could fight with another. Landri was worried, this wasn't going to end well for them, she could just feel it. There were very few of them, and she guessed she wasn't the only one who did not know how to fight, let alone want to kill anyone.
Bladebearer
"Everyone! Get up! We're under attack! Get UP!"
Fakir was out of bed before she even finished saying the first "get up." Fakir had been trained to get up at a second's warning. He held his knives, ready to strike. They didn't know he still kept his knives under his pillow every night.
"Geppetto found the base! We have to get out of here! He sent puppets. They're trying to kill us!"
It was only a matter of time before Geppetto decided a new way to discontinue his creations. Fakir wasn't surprised this night had come. He followed the other liberated puppets. He felt his old self emerging. Bloodlust filled his veins as he twirled his knives in his hands. As they all bolted out of the facility there was the unmistakable sound of a sniper.
"G'ahh!"
The one who had sounded the cry fell. Fakir knew death was coming to some if not all of them tonight. He was about to slip away to take out hte sniper when the fallen one spoke.
"I'm done........ Get to the equipment house, save yourselves....Get to Geppetto.......kill....."
Fakir's feet took him to the equipment house. He picked through the supplies choosing articles that were light as well as deadly. His "Maker" was about to meet the jerk who created him.
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Samuel
While Sam picked out a light, leather jacket and some quiet sneakers, he heard a voice behind him. "You were a fighter right? Can you teach me some of your moves? Don't hold back though, I like to learn the hard way."
"Uhh..." Sam turned around to face the girl. He blinked at her, unsure of how to react. "I uh- yeah, I was a fighter. I um... I don't really have any "moves" really..." He had never been any good at social interaction. It was one of the things Saph had wanted to work on with him. He cleared his throat, thinking about his next response, "I was a freestyle fighter... I don't know much about martial arts, but I guess I can show you a few things..."
He nodded his head toward a small area of the equipment room that was clear of any obstructions. He followed the girl over and took a defensive stance. "Okay, first thing to remember about hand to hand combat is if you don't have a good defense, you're going to go down quickly. They say a good defense is the best offense, and a lot of times that's true. With a solid defense, you can wear out an opponent and take advantage of their weakness."
He studied the girl's stance, "Knees apart, hands up. Guard your face and head, those are your most vulnerable parts..." He positioned himself across from her. "See how my right hand is just below eye level?"
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Lliira watched Marionn take Saph's necklace and put it on, apparently appointing herself as Saph's successor. She felt a lurch of disorientation: acceptance of Marionn's authority was neither automatic nor impossible. Briefly, she looked to the others. But they were just Puppets--former Puppets. An impossible, non-existent category, like 'old Puppets' or 'square triangles.' What am I supposed to do? The question had no answer. There was not even any way to find an answer. The notion that Lliira herself ought to do the searching felt like it ought to be a forbidden thought. It was not that the question had an answer before; it wasn't even a question at all. As an inescapable, self-evident aspect of her nature and existence, Lliira was supposed to obey and please her Master.
Saph had tried to explain to Lliira that, now that her "strings" had been Cut, Lliira was a real person, just like anyone else. Though Lliira could never imagine arguing with her, Saph might as well have been trying to explain how Lliira was, in fact, a pterydactyl. Are the others real people? she wondered. Most of them seemed to be setting out to accomplish Saph's mission, changing clothes and collecting weapons and equipment with expressions of resolve on their faces. They were real people before they were made into Puppets, weren't they? So perhaps Saph made them into real people again and I should obey them. Except that if they were real people before they became Puppets and they are real people after they are Cut, then wouldn't all Mark I Puppets be real people even when they are Puppets? That...may be so. I was never a real person. I was made to be a Puppet. If a real person stays a real person when they are made into a Puppet, then a Puppet who was always a Puppet would still be a Puppet even if someone tries to make them into a real person. So who am I supposed to serve? Them, or Geppetto? They are the closest thing I have to owners. But Geppetto is the Maker. I do not belong to Geppetto. No one would want Puppets if they still served Geppetto instead of their owners. So I must belong to them. Or to Marionn?
Approaching Marionn, who seemed to be receiving...combat instructions?...Lliira stood at attention and waited for Marionn's summons.
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Marionn
"See how my right hand is just below eye level?" Marionn was about to answer when she saw Lliira waiting patiently right next to her. "Um, Lliira, Can I help you?" What are you saying Marionn? She's a Mark II. She has no idea how to give an order. She still thinks that she's a puppet. "I take that back, Lliira, Go tell every one to change into more appropriate clothing. If they refuse, tell them to come see me, okay?" Not paying attention to see if the girl left or not, she turned to Samuel. She had just realized how beautiful he was. His curly hair, the stubble on his cheek, the seriousness of his eyes. It made Marionn melt a little on the inside. She had never been able to experience love before, if this is what it felt like, it gave Marionn yet another reason to kill Geppetto.
After realizing that she was staring, she got back in her defensive position and ran through what Samuel had told her. ""Knees apart, hands up. Guard your face and head, those are your most vulnerable parts..." While taking these actions she thought about Samuels voice. Deep and Calm. How she figured soldiers to talk. She let a tiny smile creep to her face and looked towards Samuel. "Yeah, hand beneath the eye, gotchya."
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Samuel
Sam watched the Mark II girl, intrigued. He had only ever heard of these types, never being around the upper class long enough to meet one. He knew puppets were considered odd by any normal human's standards, but her behavior was downright bizarre. Any semblance of humanity she had was severely repressed...except for her eyes. Sam found himself glued to her eyes. They looked so out of place with her emotionless face, and her robotic movements. She was just as confused as the rest of them, if not more. Scared. Her purpose in life had been to serve her master, just like him, but to an even greater extent. When that was taken away, what else did she have? He knew that feeling all too well... For the first time in his life, Sam felt something. He felt as if he needed to protect this girl, as if he needed to be her friend. For the first time ever, Sam felt pity. It was a foreign feeling, especially given his ruthless background.
He snapped back from his thoughts when Marionn sent the girl on her mission. He saw her go through a mental checklist, adjusting the things he just mentioned. She was a fast learner.
"Good, now. The biggest mistake people make when they punch is all of their force comes from the elbow or the shoulder." He demonstrated, emphasizing that his forearm was the only thing with any momentum. "If you really want to do some damage, the force behind your blow has to come from your entire body. Turn at your hips, and basically throw your weight into it." This time, he showed her the proper way to do it, taking a small step forward as he jabbed the air in front of him, the movement feeling completely natural.
He relaxed and crossed his arms to watch Marionn. "Also, never use a fist. The human knuckles are not designed to take that much force. Your best bet is to throw an elbow, or if you want a more ranged attack, use the heel of your palm." He wiggled his fingers, remembering the countless times he had ended up with broken bones and aching joints before he figured that out.
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Lliira:
"Um, Lliira, Can I help you?"Marionn said. Lliira cocked her head slightly. A (presumably) real person, offering to help her? That...just wasn't done. "I take that back, Lliira, Go tell every one to change into more appropriate clothing. If they refuse, tell them to come see me, okay?" As Mistress Marionn's tone changed from query to command, Lliira felt a bit of her familiar universe snap back into place. Then she noticed the fighter, Samuel, looking into her eyes with the sort of expression one gives to a sick child. Strange.
"Yes, Mistress Marion," Lliira said, curtsying to her with exquisite grace. She backed away five steps, then turned to obey. Some of the others seemed to already be doing as Mistress Marion desired, even picking out weapons. Lliira had never touched a weapon in her life, had never expected to touch one, much less use one to kill a real person, much less the Maker himself! Mistress Marion will want me to select 'appropriate' clothing once I am finished relaying her orders. Am I also supposed to...select a weapon...in accordance with Mistress Saph's command? Unable to answer the question and not sure she should even be asking it, Lliira set it aside for the time being.
She spotted a young woman--her name was Landry--sitting by herself in a funk and braiding her hair. Is she also a Mistress? Or is she a Puppet now that Mistress Marion is giving orders? Real people have hierarchy...so perhaps it is like that. Mistress Marionn did accept the possibility that they could refuse her orders. So that means they are people. Doesn't it?
Approaching Landry, she gave her another flawless curtsy. "Mistress Landry, Mistress Marion has instructed me to relay her command to you to choose 'more appropriate clothing.' She did not specify her definition of 'more appropriate.' If you have any difficulty with her command, she says that you are to go and speak to her," she said, then stood at attention in case Mistress Landry had any response to her or further orders.
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Fakir rolled his eyes. They were ordered to kill their creator. Not pay airs to each other. Lliira must be a puppet who only knows how to curtsy and say mistress, he thought to himself. Pathetic.
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